Nayland Farm from the back 04/10/2012
My Punctuation
The glissading hull to our Somes Sound buoy,
man-boy gaff hooking the bow to the
picturesque scene.
Apple-bobbing down the aisles of the orchard,
Lifting perfect windfalls from their beds of
grass.
Fingers of arthritic trees sparkling in
squares around fields.
Granite till underfoot . How loud thawing is.
A red tulip’s imperfect navigation as it
rises
through the middle of wooden tangles,
surprising the taupe of life.
Rebecca Moss Guyver
27 September, 2012
Have been doing what I do with kids, visual and word ping pong. Reading, drawing, painting, writing and again.
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